The Colorblind Poet
The poet’s eyes, a glorious azure blue
They grace his face, these flecks of splendid sky
Yet blind to color and to every hue
A truth that makes her sigh and good deny
How can in beauty imperfection be?
How can he write of rainbow colors bright?
Why must he stay unable now to see?
Kaleidoscope of colors bathed in light
Lilac and mint and plum and baby blue
Unseen by him she holds in high esteem
She wishes for a miracle come true
For him to see life’s colors in a dream
Yet from this truth her soul does comfort glean
Bright hues of rainbow in his words are seen
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Dedicated to Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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